Criminal Intentions – 08/14/2007

Criminal Intentions
08/14/2007
It’s 6:30 and REBEL has come home to Raleigh, North Carolina! The crowd is steadily streaming in and it’s already looking like it’ll be a sellout! And
why not? The first World Title defense of Stylin’ Kyle Roberts. The Carolinas Championship up for grabs. The NAPW Tag Team Champions putting up their belts
against the C.A.B.S. With a card like this how can you not expect to sell out the five hundred seat Arena? Speaking of the NAPW Tag Champs, both Phoenix
and Deathrow are for some unknown reason checking peoples tickets and trying to hock their new tee shirts at the same time. The Bluegrass Mafia and Assman
are inside the ring getting their pictures taken and signing autographs for the fans. Rob Martinez and Jenny Jersey are chatting about tonights card with
fans at ringside. At the merchandise table Manny X is selling autographed REBEL DVDs. The fans are ready, the anticipation is high and the mayhem is about
to start!

It’s seven o’ clock…Do you know where your kids are?

They’re in the REBEL Arena getting ready to watch the best wrestling on the East Coast!

The bew REBEL theme song, “Purle Haze” By Jimi Hendrix hits and Rob Martinez is in the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: REBEL is back in Raleigh!!!

Cheap pop but totally worth it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Three championships will be on the line tonight and we’ll have our first ever “Fan’s Pick” Match! In that match, a lucky fan will decide the
stipulation to the match between Mike “Assman” Trey and Thomas Young!

Another nice pop from the capacity crowd! Each of them no doubt already thinking up wild match stipulations in their head should they get chosen.

ROB MARTINEZ: Then let’s not wait a minute longer! Let’s get this show on the started!

Purple Haze hits the speakers again as Martinez makes his way from the ring and down to the announce table at ringside.

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JENNY JERSEY: The opening match for tonights show is scheduled for one fall….

“Welcome To The Jungle” by Guns N’ Roses hits the PA and the crowd goes crazy for their favorite slacker!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, they weigh in an at a combined weight of 507 pounds, Warren & Mr. Berserker….The Circle K Nordic Connection!!!
Warren steps out from the back…With Ian Smith!?

The crowd doesn’t know what to make of this odd sight and the reaction is mixed.

ROB MARTINEZ: Hey what a second. Where’s Mr. Berserker? What’s his manager doing out here?

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, they weigh in at….

Ian Smith snatches the microphone from the petite ring announcer and snarls at the crowd.

IAN SMITH: Shut up ya yahoos and let me talk for a minute!

Huge heat for the former promoter.

IAN SMITH: Now I bet you’re all wanting to know where Mr. Berserker is. Well I’ll tell you where he is. He’s at home where he belongs!

Warren is shaking his head as if to say “sorry” to the crowd.

IAN SMITH: I didn’t bring Mr. Berserker into REBEL so that he could team with losers like this guy!

Ian points to Warren.

IAN SMITH: I brought him in to dominate this promotion and win the World Heavyweight Title! Now let me explain how that’s gonna happen….

A huge chorus of boos fill the Arena as Smith tries to tell everyone how he’s going to conquer the world…

Until Jenny Jersey snatches the microphone back from him! The crowd pops huge and Smiths eyes bug out of his head. He tries to grab the microphone again
but takes a hard slap from the 5’3, 125 pound ring announcer! Ian goes for her again only this time he’s hauled away from Jenny by none other than Warren
himself! Warren looks to the crowd and balls up his fist. Ian is begging for his life and the REBEL crowd want blood! Before Warren and land a good one
on Smith Al B. Damned and Manny X rush out from the back and slide into the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy crap! Jenny get out there!

Jenny does indeed bail as does Ian Smith as Manny X and Damned try to double team Warren. The referee hurriedly calls for the bell and this now two on one
match is official. Warren is keeping them at bay with rights and lefts and the crowd is going insane! A stiff right drops Damned to the mat. A boot to
the gut stuns Manny X and Warren is on fire. Manny is whipped into the ropes and hit with a running leg lariat. Manny rolls to the outside and Damned is
pulling himself back to his feet. Step up enziguri by Warren!

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren is fighting for his life here! That damn Ian Smith kept Mr. Berserker home because he’s jealous of the friendship that the C.K.N.C
have developed!

Al B. Damned is back up and takes a forearm shot to the head. A whip off the ropes and a dropkick from Warren sends Damned rolling towards his corner. Manny
X comes in and runs into a high hip toss! Manny is back up! Hurricanrana from Warren! The slacker strikes a rocker pose for the crowd and they give him
a loud “Duuuuuuuuude!” in return! Manny is getting back to his feet and Warren charges in. Hotshot across the top rope from Manny leaves Warren clutching
at his throat and gasping for air!

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren is brought down!

Manny X pulls Warren up and hits a roaring elbow to the jaw. A tag to Al B. Damned brings in the mysterious newcomer and the duo pull Warren to his feet.
Warren is shot into the ropes and gets flattened with a double flapjack. Damned is looking mighty cocky as he circles the hurting Warren. Damned goes to
pull Warren to his feet but takes a shot to the ribs! Another short right hand from Warren backs off Damned! Jawbreaker from Warren! Al B. Damned is flat
on his back and Warren is headed to the turnbuckle.

ROB MARTINEZ: Warren is going to do what he does best and that’s fly!

Warren goes to the air and Al B. Damned just manages to roll out of the way of the slackers shooting star press! Warren hits hard and Manny X comes into
the ring. Manny rolls Damned out of the way, pulls Warren to his feet and nails a brutal Exploder suplex! Manny goes for the pin! One! Two! Warren kicks
out! Manny looks pissed as he goes to pull Warren up. Warren hooks him and hits an inverted atomic drop! Manny X staggers back and takes a dropkick straight
to the face!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hit and run Warren! Hit and run!

As Warren is getting back to his feet he takes a clubbing forearm shot to the back of his head from Damned who is still in the ring. Double choke toss from
Damned! Warren lands half way across the ring but immediately starts to use the ring ropes to pull himself back up. Damned charges Warren, but the slacker
drops down and pulls the top rope with him! Damned goes sailing out of the ring and down onto the floor! Warren gets back to his feet only long enough
for Manny X to drop him with a clothesline! Without missing a beat Manny pulls Warren up and hits his Immoral finisher! Leg is hooked! One! Two! Three!
ROB MARTINEZ: Warren did his best but it was simply to much for one man to overcome! What a way to start the show and what a great win for Manny X and Al
B. Damned!

Manny leaves the ring, collects Damned on the outside and the duo head towards the back.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of this match…Manny X & Al B. Damned!!!

Warren slowly gets to his feet in the ring and the crowd gives him a thunderous ovation.

ROB MARTINEZ: I have a feeling this isn’t the end of the drama with Warren and Ian Smith. Or Jenny Jones for that matter!

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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall….

“My Generation” by Limp Bizkit hits the speakers and the fans erupt!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, accompanied by Mandy, they weigh in tonight at 545 pounds, “The Show” Chad Kurtis and “American Nightmare” Matthew
Kurtis…The Bluegrass Mafia!!!

The brothers from Kentucky head towards the ring, Chad is slapping hands with fans while Matthew and Mandy simply blow them off.

“Attack” by 30 Seconds to Mars” replaces Fred Durst on the PA and the fans give a very mixed reaction to the trio that emerges from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, accompanied to the ring by Eli Potts, they weigh in at 593 pounds, KRENSHOV & Fredrick Eglasies Armand-Romano!!!

KRENSHOV is rolling the wheelchair bound manager to the ring as the fans jeer and taunt them. FEAR is walking slightly behind the duo and looks ashamed
to even being here.

ROB MARTINEZ: Two great teams with very similar dynamics. It’ll be interesting to see who comes out on top in this match.

The seconds are in their corners and the referee calls for the bell. The two big men are starting off as KRENSHOV and Matthew Kurtis lock up in the center
of the ring. Both men are trying to jocky for position and neither is willing to give an inch. Kurtis starts to slowly back KRENSHOV back! Eye rake from
KRENSHOV breaks up the lock up. Big right hand from KRENSHOV! A return shot from Matthew! Both men break out and start throwing big lefts and rights like
heavyweight boxers! A knee from KRENSHOV doubles over Matthew. A double sledge to the back drops Kurtis to the mat!

ROB MARTINEZ: KRENSHOV brings down the “American Nightmare!”

Matthew Kurtis is getting to his feet and KRENSHOV hits the ropes. Kurtis ducks a clothesline and nails a big boot to the face of KRENSHOV as he turns around!
Scoop slam by Kurtis puts KRENSHOV on the mat! Matthew tags in Chad and the fans go wild! Chad climbs to the top turnbuckle and goes for a flying cross
body on a rising KRENSHOV. KRENSHOV catches Kurtis in mid air and crushes him with a modified Samoan drop! KRENSHOW drags Chad over to his corner and tags
in the newly unmasked FEAR! KRENSHOV pulls Chad to his feet and yells for FEAR to take the cheap shot. FEAR wants no part of it though!

ROB MARTINEZ: There’s just no way these guys can function as a team.

As KRENSHOV and FEAR argue, Matthew Kurtis re-enters the ring and attacks KRENSHOV from behind! It’s all out mayhem as the two big men are brawling in the
ring and FEAR is actually trying to help Chad back to his feet. Superkick from nowhere by Chad Kurtis! A cover! One! Two! FEAR kicks out! KRENSHOV clotheslines
Matthew Kurtis over the top rope and then follows him out. Back inside the ring Chad goes for the BEST. MOONSAULT. EVER! But eats canvas when FEAR rolls
out of the way at the last second! FEAR rolls up Chad for the pin! One! Two! Chad kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Near fall for The Bluegrass Mafia!

On the outside, KRENSHOV and Matthew Kurtis are brawling their way to the back! They look like bulls in a china shop as they bowl over security and fans
alike! Back inside the ring, FEAR whips Chad into the ropes and hits a stiff leg lariat! FEAR rolls out of the ring and goes hunting for something under
the ring. Chad is getting to his feet as FEAR pulls a black bag out from under the ring! FEAR rolls back inside the ring and unties the bag just as Chad
grabs him! The bags contents are spilled over Chad and to our disgust…It’s leeches!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh naaaaaaaaaasty!

Chad thinks the same as he tries the brush the blood suckers off of him! Victory roll by FEAR!

One!

Two!

Three!

FEAR rolls out of the ring as the referee calls for the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy crap! FEAR used frickin’ leeches to get the win!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of this match, KRENSHOV and FEAR!!!

Chad looks on as FEAR shrugs and mouths the words “sorry” to him. Eli Potts is already wheeling himself to the back and both KRENSHOV and FEAR have battled
all the way out to the parking lot!

ROB MARTINEZ: Score one for the team in all caps!

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It seems that it’s time for the Fans Pick the Stipulation match between Mike “Assman” Trey and Thomas Young, Rob Martinez is standing ringside with a microphone,
and next to him on the announce table is a lottery spinner filled with ping pong balls.

ROB MARTENIZ: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s now time for the fans to select the stipulation of the match between Mike “Assman” Trey and Thomas Young. Here
I have this lottery spinner and one of you lucky fans will be selected to spin this and choose a ping pong ball that has the match stipulation written
on it. So, who wants to pick the match?

The fans go wild as he circles the ring looking for a fan. He nearly goes full circle around the ring when he sees a fan who looks like he should be at
a science fair rather than a REBEL Pro show. He is tall, skinny, wearing a t-shirt that reads “I Love REBEL Pro” on it, and wearing thick Coke bottle glasses.
Martinez calls him over the rail.

ROB MARTINEZ: You, yes, you in the “I love REBEL Pro” shirt, come on and pick the match. Spin the wheel, the outcome of this match could very well be in
your hands. When you’re done spinning simply open the top of the spinner and grab one of the ping pong balls and read what it says into the mic.

The fan looks very excited. He grabs the handle on the lottery spinner and spins the wheel for a few seconds. He stops spinning the spinner and then opens
the door to it, takes a ping pong ball out, looks at it for a second, and then looks at Rob Martinez.

ROB MARTINEZ: Alright, what does that say?

Martinez puts the microphone in front of the fan.

FAN: The stipulation for this match is Falls Count Anywhere!

A pop erupts from the seats. The fans are standing up in anticipation of this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Alright, now since you were such a good sport, here’s a free t-shirt. Alright, let’s get this match underway!

The fan goes back to his seat and puts on the black t-shirt that reads REBEL Pro in white letters. The fans cheer as the match is about to begin.

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JENNY JERSEY: Weighing in at Two-hundred-thirty pounds. At a height of six-feet-one. From Manchester, Britain.

“Why Don’t We Do It in The Road?” begins to blare through the speakers. The crowd all cheer.

MIKE “ASSMAAAAAN” TREEEEEEEY!!!

Assman bursts through the curtains receiving love and praise from the crowd. He exchanges hi-fives with people from the crowd. He enters the ring and begins
to jump up and down as a prematch preparation.

JENNY JERSEY: Now, from Hollywood, Florida. Six feet four inches. Two hundred forty five pounds. THOOOOMASSSSSS YOUUUNG!

“Demon Hunter” blasts through out the arena, but it’s only for a few seconds. Thomas exits from the curtains and the boos drown out his entrance music.
Thomas doesn’t have his unusual back up this time. It’s him flying solo and by the look on his face, it doesn’t seem to bother him. He makes way past aisle
and towards the ring, he looks Assman in the eyes before entering the ring.

Both men meet up in center of the ring. Ref asks for the bell.

Assman extends his arm for a handshake and receives a big boot to the lips. Thomas finds the humor in his pain. Thomas grabs hold of Mike’s right arm and
drags towards the corner. He stomps the back of Mike and slides out of the ring, he grabs that right arm once again. BLADOW! Thomas slams the man’s arm.
Then again and again and again. The crowd begins to boo, Thomas soaks it in for more fuel. The former tag champ pulls Assman’s head and lets it rest by
the steel pole. Thomas gouges Mike’s eyes.

THOMAS YOUNG: I GOT SOMETHING ELSE YOU GUYS WILL LIKE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young trying to bribe the crowd tonight….

Thomas backs up from the scene, he dusts his shoes off and locks on to the target. Assman is completely unaware of what’s about to happen, he’s nursing
his arm. Unlike Assman, the crowd is fully aware, they cheer “ASSMAN GET UP!” No avail. Thomas is on bullet train mode, he’s coming for Assman, oh boy,
this is going to be nasty. BANG! Thomas is on the floor favoring his ankle. Assman wipes the sweat from his face and springboards into action, literately.
Assman follows this by a 450 splash. Assman back on his feet now, Thomas still on the ground, Assman delivers a leg drop, then another one and another
one. Assman goes under the ring, he brings out a table. Huge pop. He sets the table and goes back under the ring, this time a LADDER! Bigger pop. Assman
sets the ladder up, he raises his arms in that “C’MON MOTION” A big pop, then it goes silent. Thomas stands behind him with a steel chair and a cold stare.
Assman motions that he’s turning around.

ROB MARTINEZ: Watch out!

Too late WHAM! LAID OUT! Thomas drops the chair on his head and stomps once.

THOMAS: WATCH THIS!

Thomas takes down the ladder and drops it on Assman’s chest. Thomas picks it up and begins to thrust violently on Assman’s stomach. Thomas stops. Assman
holds his stomach, coughing, he rolls over and begins to spit out flem. Thomas stomps Assman’s head causing him to fall back into his own flem.

ROB MARTINEZ: Okay, that’s just wrong.

Thomas goes to pick up the man and receives a headbutt to the lips, A HEADBUTT COVERED WITH FLEM!

ROB MARTINEZ: What is this? Jackass?

Assman wipes the flem off of his face with his fists and begins to wail on Thomas. Assman leaves Thomas alone to go get that chair. He does so and returns
for Thomas. Thomas on his knees now receives motivation from Assman. Assman then punches Thomas in the gut and wraps his foot around his left leg and grabs
Thomas’ shoulder. RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP ON TO THE CHAIR! Assman is back up and enters the ring with the ladder. Assman rests it on the second rope and scouts
Thomas. Thomas is now up, holding the back of his head and seems to be in a state of confusion. Assman rushes up the ladder. He does a Shooting Star out
of the ring and lands on the Thomas and DDT’s him right through the TABLE!

THE CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas and Assman aren’t moving, this isn’t good….Wait, I spoke too soon.

Assman raises from this debris like a phoenix. Assman once again receives another big pop. He bows for the crowd and goes back to work. The Manchester native
goes back into the debris for Thomas. Assman brings him back to his feet. Assman tries to Irish whip Thomas into the steps, Thomas reverses it and sends
Assman to the stairs with authority,causing to Assman to tumble over the steps arm first.

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! I think he broke Mike’s arm. That jerk Thomas has no remorse, none, I can’t believe he’s enjoying this!

Thomas grows a sadistic smirk and begins to walk slowly. He finally reaches Assman, but, he isn’t there. Thomas sticks his head under the ring. Several
seconds later Thomas stumbles out with a face full of foam. Assman rolls from under the ring with a fire extinguisher in his left hand. He drives it down
Thomas’ kidney. Thomas is down again, what’s new? Assman places the extinguisher between Thomas’ legs, Assman backs up and storms back with a drop kick
to the extinguisher.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh…Oh momma!

Thomas’ eyes rolls back as he caters to his kids. Assman takes this as a cue to laugh. Thomas is back up, and he’s angry.

THOMAS: SHUT UP! THIS ISN’T FUNNY!

He clotheslines Assman and nearly decapitates him. Thomas leaves him there and goes back to the steel steps, he takes the top off and returns to Assman.
WHAM! Right into Assman’s right arm. Thomas tosses steel steps away and drags Assman by the legs back to the bottom portion of the steel steps. YOUNG CUTTER
ON THE STEEL STEPS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, that’s it, thanks for coming.

Thomas places his foot on Assman’s dome and demands the ref. to count the pin.

ONE!

TWO

THERE IS STILL SOME FIGHT LEFT! Thomas can’t believe it, he picks up Assman and goes for a Suplex, wait, Assman locked his legs. Thomas punches the man
in the stomach, he still locks his legs. He elbows Assman, legs are still locked. Assman delivers a fierce left to Thomas’ ribs. Thomas gives up, letting
Assman suplex him onto the steel step. Assman enters the ring and makes his way onto the top turnbuckle. He does a seated senton onto the downed Thomas.
Assman slides Thomas off the steps and goes for a pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!

GET OUTTA HERE! Assman brings Thomas back to his feet, he wraps his left arm around Thomas’ head, Thomas

pushes him off. The two begin to duke it out on
the ramp way.They make way into the food court. The crowd right behind them.

Assman kicks Thomas’ knee and sends him head first into the popcorn cart. Thomas feels his forehead and looks at his hand, blood. Thomas doesn’t like this.
Thomas mad! THOMAS ANGRY! Thomas knocks over the popcorn cart, spilling popcorn everywhere. He then rips the tire right off.

ROB MARTINEZ: Hey we have to pay for that stuff!

Assman tries kick Thomas’ legs and land lefts. It does nothing but add fuel to the fire. Thomas wraps his left arm around Assman’s neck and begins to grind
the spokes of the tire with Assman’s face. Thomas tosses the tire then goes for a Pumphandle slam. He holds him and walks over to the counter, the cashiers
spray towards the back for protection. Thomas performs the FOLLOW THROUGH! Assman goes flying past the counter and hits the concrete. Thomas hops the counter
and goes to back with all the cashiers and returns drinking a bottled water. He attempts picking up Assman, but, receives a low blow for his tribulation.
Assman tosses Thomas over the counter and hops over the counter. He stands behind Thomas stalking him. Thomas is up and is back down courtesy of a Spinning
Bulldog. Assman picks up Thomas, he wraps his left around his neck, Thomas pushes him off. The two begin to duke it out.

They brawl out of the food court and into the bathroom. The crowd right behind them.

Assman shoves Thomas between two sinks. Assman stands on the two sinks and begins to clobber Thomas with a left.

THE CROWD: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!

Assman tells the crowd to back up, they do as told. Assman monkey flips Thomas across the bathroom. Thomas gets up and spears Assman through the bathroom
stall separators. Assman then comes flying out with the stall door under him. Thomas boots the downed Assman.He picks up Assman and places him under his
shoulder, drives him into the mirror and drops him. Assman feels his forehead, it’s blood. He doesn’t like that. Assman is mad. ASSMAN IS ANGRY! HE’S BACK
ON HIS FEET! HE’S READY TO GO! Thomas big boots Assman back to reality. Thomas places Assman back to his feet, he sends Assman face first into the wall.
Assman stumbles off the wall and into Thomas’ hands. Thomas goes for a back drop, Assman flips out of it and counters with the ASS-CRACKER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Jenny Jersey butts her way through the crowd in the bathroom.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner…

Just then Mr.B and Prince Darko enters the scene. Mr. B is munching on a bag of Popcorn while Darko has a chair in his hand. He confronts Thomas, the two
begin to exchange words with each other.

PRINCE DARKO: YOU KNOW SOMETHING!

THOMAS YOUNG: WHAT?

PRINCE DARKO: I’VE HAD ENOUGH!

THOMAS YOUNG: THEN DO SOMETHING!

PRINCE DARKO: I THINK I WILL!

Darko drives the chair right into the face of Assman. Assman is out and Darko and Thomas begin to stomp the crap out of Assman. Mr.B wheels his way into
the stomp-fest and dumps his bag of popcorn on lifeless Assman.

MR.B: Foundation is back baby! Thomas wheel me out.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Foundation back on the same page? This doesn’t bode well for the tag team division in REBEL!

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Jenny Jersey is in the ring and the catcalls and wolf whistles have already started. She smile sat the crowd and makes the following statement.

JENNY JERSEY: Earlier today REBEL management received word that the current Tag Team Champions The Brat Pack successfully defended their titles in Sydney
Australia. As a result of that match, REBEL has decided to recognize the Tag Team Championship as a World Title!

A mixed reaction from the fans. Sure they’re happy that the titles now have “World”status but they wish it had been a REBEL team to get that honor.

JENNY JERSEY: It’s also been announced that on August 21st the REBEL World Title will be defended in Japan! Also one week later The Brat Pack will defend
the World Tag Titles against…FEAR & KRENSHOV!

A nice pop from the crowd, although you can tell they’re not sure about the whole FEAR & KRENSHOV team.

JENNY JERSEY: To cap it all off, on September 18th in China, it will be REBEL vs ECFW in a Wargames match!

A healthy pop for that announcement.

JENNY JERSEY: Be sure to check out the REBEL Pro website for more news, upcoming DVD releases and our new training school!

A polite golf clap from the crowd. Enough of the selling, let’s see action!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NAPW Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, the
challengers from REBEL; at a combined weight of 501 pounds, they are C.A.B.S.!

Censored Truth plays over the PA system and the fans spew out a load of boos for the tag team that tries to censor anything obscene. Rosie Cheeks, their
manager, enters first followed by the tag team of Ace Adams and Steven Wylde.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two aren’t getting any love from the crowd, and I don’t think they’ll be getting any love from their overly hardcore opponents!

We Fall, We Fall blasts over the sound system and the fans go ballistic for their hardcore icon.

JENNY JERSEY: Their opponents, they are the NAPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, at a combined weight of…

“Superstar” Tommy Deathrow leaps over the barricade with a steel chair in hand. CABS are completely unaware as STD jumps into the ring and LEVELS Ace Adams
over the back of the head with a vicious chair shot. Rosie and Steven bail out of the ring as the drunken tag team champion tries to swing at them. The
fans erupt into applause as STD stands over Adams with the chair, challenging Wylde to get into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: “Superstar” Tommy Deathrow just took out Ace Adams and Now he wants a piece of Steven Wylde! The bell hasn’t even rung yet and it’s complete
chaos! Wait, it’s Jake Phoenix!

The crowd cheers as Jake Phoenix emerges from the back, dropping his tag team championship in the entrance way, and charging to the ring. He smashes Wylde
in the back with a forearm, hits his head off of the apron, and rolls him into the ring. STD drops the chair and picks Wylde up, pushing him into the corner
with some stiff punches. Jake hops onto the apron to get into the ring, but Rosie Cheeks grabs the big mans ankle. He looks down at her, frustrated, then
smiles as he thrusts his foot down, throwing her backwards.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wait, Ace is up! OH MY GOD! He clotheslined Phoenix off of the apron, and he landed directly on top of Rosie Cheeks! She’s not moving, someone
come out here and get some help for her!

Trainers and medics rush to ringside to tend to Rosie Cheeks. STD looks over to his fallen comrade as Wylde capitalizes, grabbing Deathrow’s head and slamming
it into the turnbuckle. Ace and Wylde grab Deathrow as he stumbles from the corner into a DOUBLE FLAP JACK onto the chair that STD brought into the ring!
The crowd boos as Ace shrugs his shoulders and yells, “It was an accident!” Wylde leaves to the apron and Ace takes position as the ‘legal man’ in this
match, while Jake Phoenix is on the outside clutching his back. Adams kicks the chair to the outside of the ring, and picks up STD. He lifts the drunkard
up into a scoop slam and drops him down into a reverse DDT! Ace going for the early cover–

ROB MARTINEZ: This could be it, we could have Rebel-NAPW Tag Team Champions already! NOPE! Phoenix is in and just stomped on Adams’ head. Wylde is back
in and gets a big boot for his trouble. It looks like Jake is in the ring to stay, so much for traditional tag team wrestling!

Jake gets Adams to his feet and pushes him into the nearby turnbuckle. He cracks his knuckles and begins to pummel his opponent with the fans counting along,
“ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR-FIVE-SIX-SEVEN-EIGHT-NINE…” Jake pauses, backs up, cocks his arm, and runs in, “TEN!” Adams falls down into the sitting position,
as Wylde is back up to his feet, grabbing at Phoenix but Jake elbows him square in the nose, and pushes him back to the corner opposite of Adams. The tremendous
6’9er backs up and runs in, splashing into Wylde in the corner. Wylde drops to his ass as well, as the fans cheer when Phoenix looks corner to corner at
his opponents. He smiles, then runs at Adams, smashing into his face with a knee!

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! Adams is bleeding from the nose, and Phoenix now charging at Wylde, but no! Wylde pulled himself out of the ring and Jake went knee
first into the turnbuckle.

As Jake clutches his knee, Wylde grabs Jake’s legs from outside of the ring, pulling him down with the turnbuckle between his legs. Jake yells “SHIT!” as
Wylde pulls him balls first into the steel post. The fans feel for him as they groan, “OOOH,” as Wylde grabs Jake’s leg with the hurt knee and smashes
it off the turnbuckle. The boos pour in, as Steven Wylde looks yells out that his hands had slipped.

ROB MARTINEZ: IT’S RAINING DRUNKEN MEN! STD just preformed the sloppiest plancha that I have EVER seen, but nevertheless he landed square onto Steven Wylde!
The fans go crazy for Tommy as he slowly gets to his feet. STD picks up Wylde and pushes him into the ring with Tommy following. Deathrow in the ring and
looks around at the fans, he throws an arm up in the air and points down to his junk. The fans go BALLISTIC as STD reaches down in the front of his pants
like he’s digging for gold. Wylde begins to get to his feet, STD removes his hand from his pants waiting for Steven to come into position…

ROB MARTINEZ: SWEATY BALL-CLAW! I want to vomit!

Wylde flails his arms and legs as the iron claw is locked, but Ace Adams is finally up and hits a vicious clothesline with one arm, and holding his bloody
nose with the other. Wylde falls to his knees, spitting and dry heaving as a result from the sweaty ball-claw. Adams picks up STD from behind, and COBRA
CLUTCH!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know which is more disgusting, the sweaty ball-claw, or the fact that Adams is bleeding profusely all over Tommy Deathrow!

Adams doesn’t know it, but Phoenix is back up, and he’s pissed. He goes to grab Adams from behind, but Wylde comes in with a SPEAR! It doesn’t take the
big man down, but it does drive him into the corner. Wylde begins punching the Murder City Devil, which most would tell you is not a good idea, while Adams
brings STD down to the mat with the Cobra Clutch, and scissors his legs around Deathrow’s waist for added measure. Jake blocks Wylde’s punch, and goes
for a short arm clothesline, but Wylde ducks and kicks out the already-tender knee of Phoenix. With Jake down to a knee, Wylde comes around, locks in a
front head lock and DDT’s the big man. Steven rolls himself and Jake outside the ring, as Adams continues his to hold his relentless Cobra Clutch.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t see any way out of this for Tommy, and with Jake on the outside, we could be seeing the first ever REBEL wrestlers stealing away Canadian
gold!

The fans start to chant, “Let’s go Tommy, let’s go!” CLAP–CLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAP–CLAP, “LET’S GO TOMMY, LET’S GO!” CLAP–CLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAP–CLAP. STD begins
shaking his free fist, letting the adrenaline and alcohol take over. He begins rocking back and forth, then yanks his captured arm free. The crowd erupts
like a volcano as they see hope for STD, and he begins throwing elbow shots into the man that has him in a modified rear naked choke. Adams is rattled,
holding onto the choke, but he can’t keep his legs scissor around Tommy. STD rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself up to one knee “LET’S GO TOMMY,
LET’S GO,” then the other, “LET’S GO TOMMY, LET’S GO!”

ROB MARTINEZ: STD is one undying son of a bitch!

Deathrow pushes himself up to both feet, shaking his fists, “LET’S GO TOMMY, LET’S GO!” He slams an elbow shot into Adams, and another, the hold begins
to weaken… NO! Adams pulls him right back into the choke hold! STD chokes a yell as Wylde slides in the ring. Steven smiles at Deathrow, then charges
for a spear, but Tommy moved! Wylde just speared Adams! Wylde looks onto his bloody-faced partner in disbelief, as Jake Phoenix slides into the ring. Steven
finally comes to, realizing that both Phoenix and Deathrow are standing at both sides of him, waiting. Slowly he gets up, and puts one finger in the air,
telling the NAPW Tag Champs to hold on just a minute, but Phoenix grabs Wylde’s index finger and bends it back. Wylde screams in pain, and Phoenix pushes
him back into STD, who hits a nasty-looking back body drop on the CABS member. Phoenix gets out of the ring, grabbing a nearby steel chair, and slides
it in. He finds another chair, slides it in, then another, and another, and another. Five chairs in the ring, both CABS members down, and Jake Phoenix
and STD are standing tall.

ROB MARTINEZ: Something tells me this isn’t going to turn out good for CABS…

Phoenix sets up four chairs as STD kicks both CABS members whenever they begin to stir. He sets four of them into a square with the seated parts facing
in, and grabs the other, hoisting it in the air for the fans approval. Tommy picks up Ace Adams and Irish whips him into Phoenix, who smashes the daylights
out Adams with the steel chair. Jake pushes Adams out of the ring with his foot, as Tommy brings Wylde to his feet. The NAPW champions hook Wylde in for
what looks like is going to be a double suplex… right onto the set up configuration of chairs.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, Wylde is about to feel pain, uncensored. No wait! Wylde is fighting out of it, he just pushed away from the tag champions!

Steven Wylde desperately ducks a clothesline from STD, and comes back with a clothesline of his own. Phoenix runs in with a big boot, but misses and Wylde
yet again takes advantage of Phoenix’s injured leg with a stiff kick to the back of the knee. Wylde grabs Jake from behind…

ROB MARTINEZ: There’s no way he can do this to someone that big! OH MY GOD! CENSORPLEX ON THE CHAIRS! I DON’T BELIEVE MY EYES! JAKE PHEONIX MAY BE DEAD!
The crowd boos the efforts of Steven Wylde, even if it was impressive. Wylde attempts to catch his breath, but STD comes out of nowhere, slamming the other
steel chair into Wylde’s throat! STD slams the chair down on the ground, grabs the hunched over Steven Wylde, grabs him by the back of the tights…

ROB MARTINEZ: DEATHROW DRIVER ON THE CHAIR! TOMMY WITH THE PIN!

One…

Two…

Three!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: The NAPW Champions have retained their titles in a crazy and brutal match against CABS! Like them or not, CABS just gave NAPW a run for a
its money.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of this match by pinfall, and STILL NAPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… TOMMY DEATHROW AND JAKE PHEONIX!

The fans scream their applause for the fan favorites as STD celebrates in the ring, occasionally nudging his partner with his foot to see if he’s still
alive.

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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the REBEL Carolinas Championship!!!

“Bullet With A Name” by NonPoint hits the speakers!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he weighs in at 272 pounds and hails from Richmond, Virginia…Mark Kingston!!!

Kingston emerges from the back to a nice ovation from the crowd. He looks all business though as he makes his way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing the REBEL Carolinas Champion….

“Stardust” by Akforty pumps through the speakers all eyes look to the locker room area.

JENNY JERSEY: He weighed in tonight at 228 pounds and hails from Hollywood, Florida…Dio Muerte!!!

Dio emerges from the back…Along with ten other men dressed just like him! It’s the Dio Army! The crew heads to the ring and Dio has the REBEL Carolinas
Belt in one hand and his baseball bat in another!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the? Will the real Dio Muerte please stand up?

Dio climbs into the ring and hands over the championship belt. The Dio Army surround the ring like lumberjacks and Kingston is trying to keep eyes on everyone.
Dio hands off his bat to one of his soldiers and the referee calls for the bell! Dio sprints across the ring at Kingston but takes a big boot to the face!
Dio is down and Kingston is going for the pin! One! Two! Dio kicks out! Dio is pulled to his feet and takes a stiff forearm shot to the head! Another!
A third has Dio reeling! Headbutt from Kingston drops Dio to his knees. Low blow from Dio drops Kingston to all fours! From outside the ring, a Dio Soldier
reaches in and drags out Kingston! A wild melee erupts on the outside as a trio of soldiers put the boots to Mark Kingston. Dio is back up and yells at
his crew to roll Kingston back inside.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is insane. We’ve already seen Warren stuck in a handicap match and now it looks like Kingston will have to fight off a dozen men to get
the title!

Kingston is rolled back to the inside and Dio pulls the bigger man to his feet. Dio is biting the face of Kingston! Kingston shoves him away but Dio responds
by planting a boot into the gut of his foe. Kingston is backed into a corner and Dio starts to tee off on him with big right hands. On the other side of
the ring, we see to Dio Soldiers slip into the ring with a steel chair. They wedge the chair between the top and middle ropes and roll back to the outside.
Dio spots his soldiers handiwork and whips Kingston out of the corner. It’s reversed and it’s Dio who smacks the chair head first! Kingston shoves Dio
to the mat, pulls the chair out from the corner and gets ready to brandish it on the champ when a pair of Dio Soldiers leap up onto the ring apron. Two
well placed chair shots drop the soldiers back to the floor in a heap!

ROB MARTINEZ: Two down, eight to go!

Dio is back to his feet. Chair shot to the head! Dio collapses on the mat and Kingston simply places the dented chair across the face of the champ. Kingston
hits the ropes and then stomps on the chair! Dio rolls away holding his face as Kingston is in full control! Dio is dragged to his feet and whipped into
the ropes. Gorilla press into a power slam from Kingston! Mark starts to go for a pin but another Dio Soldier slips inside! Richmond Lariat! The brave
soldier just got turn inside out by Kingstons brutal finisher! Kingston rolls the unmoving man to the ring apron and kicks him to the floor. Dio is getting
up and Kingston takes him over the top rope with a clothesline! Kingston rolls to the outside and the Dio Army backs off from the big man.

ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like the Dio Army is letting their boss fight his own battles now!

Dio is pulled to his feet and slammed onto the hard arena floor. Kingston throws back the ring skirt and pulls out a table to a huge pop from the crowd!
Kingston positions the table so that one edge is resting on the ring apron while the other is on a guard rail. Dio is back to his feet and Kingston grabs
for him. Thumb to the eye from Dio! Dio grabs the head of Kingston and bounces it off the ring apron. Dio, along with two members of his army, roll Kingston
onto the table and the crowd comes to their feet. Muerte slips back into the ring while two of his soldiers hold Kingston down on the table. Dio climbs
to the top of the nearest turnbuckle and takes flight smashing through Kingston and the table! A loud “Holy Shit!” chant echoes through the building as
both champion and challenger lay on the floor covered in table debris.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio is willing to risk it all here tonight! He told me earlier that he would do anything to keep that title and he looks as if he was serious!
The Dio Army clear away the remains of the table and pull their ace boon coon off of the floor. They roll him inside and then turn their attention to Kingston.
They also pull him up and roll him into the ring. Dio drapes an arm across the chest of Kingston but Mark places a boot on the bottom rope stopping the
count before it even begins. The camera pans over and we see A Dio Soldier placing a trash can full of plunder inside the ring. Dio is slowly getting to
his feet, spots the trash can and crawls over towards it. Dio pulls himself to his feet and upturns the trash can spilling out all of its contents. Kingston
is getting to his feet and Dio charges, trash can raised above his head. Spear from Kingston! The trash can goes flying, as does Dio and Kingston looks
to have gotten his second wind!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mark Kingston is fighting for all he’s worth! Oh Hell, he’s got the trash can.

Indeed he does! A Soldier is up on the ring apron! Clonk! Not anymore. Dio has gotten himself to all fours and Kingston smashes the trash can across his
back! Another Dio soldier is in the ring! Kingston tosses him the trash can and the soldier catches it. Big boot to the trash can sends it back into the
face of the soldier! Kingston makes his way to the pile of plunder and picks up a pizza cutter. Kingston stands behind Dio and rips the pizza cutter across
the forehead! Dio is trying to cover up but again takes the pizza cutter across the scalp! Kingston tosses the pizza cutter away and returns to the plunder.
Kingston picks up a cowbell and confidently walks over to a now bloody Dio Muerte. Kingston smacks the cowbell across the skull of Dio!

ROB MARTINEZ: Even with that ski mask on, you can see the blood pouring from Dio like a faucet!

Kingston drops the cowbell and heads back to the array of weapons. Dio is spilling blood all over the mat and Kingston picks up a guitar! Kingston strikes
an Elvis like pose and the fans pop like the blood thirsty bastards they are! Kingston winds up to smash the guitar across the head of Dio when the champ
hits a low blow on the challenger! Kingston drops the guitar and falls to all fours! Dio grabs the guitar and slowly pulls himself to his feet. Mark is
trying to get up as well but takes a guitar shot to the head! Dio does a Jeff Jarrett strut and gets the biggest heat of the night. Dio is gesturing something
to his army and we see them pull a large sheet of plywood out from under the ring. The crowd quickly gets back into the match when they see that the sheet
of plywood is covered with barbed wire!

ROB MARTINEZ: I gotta ask…How the Hell can we afford so much damned barbed wire?

The plywood board is slid into the ring and Dio props it up against a turnbuckle. Kingston is getting to his feet and takes a boot to the head. Dio pulls
Mark to his feet and goes to whip him into the barbed wire plywood board. It’s reversed! It’s reversed again and Kingston hits the barbed wire board! The
crowd groans as Kingston is stuck to the board like a bug on flypaper. Dropkick from Dio further impales Kingston onto the board. Marks hair and left arm
seem to be tangled into the barbed wire and the crowd gasps as he tries to free himself. A Dio Soldier enters the ring and confers with his Commander.
Kingston has managed to pull his left arm free and it’s shredded. Blood is flowing from numerous cuts on the limb. Dio Muerte Irish whips his soldier at
Kingston but Mark is able to get out of the way at the last second! The soldier hits the barbed wire flush and lets out a horrific scream!

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio is losing his Army one by one! But my God look at Kingstons arm!

Dio charges Kingston and runs straight into a spinebuster! Kingston simply lays on Dio as the referee counts. One! Two! Dio kicks out! Mark pulls Dio to
his feet and sends him back to the mat with a vicious full nelson slam! Kingston stumbles over to the barbed wire plywood board, pulls off the Dio Soldier
and drags the board over to where the champ is laying. Kingston simply shoves the board over onto Dio and the Carolinas Champ lets out a pained scream.
Kingston hits the ropes and body splashes the board sandwiching Dio! The crowd has become split, half cheering and chanting for Dio while the other half
urging Kingston onto victory! Kingston shoves the board off of Dio and we see that some of the barbs have ripped holes in the back of Muerte. Another pin
attempt. One! Two! Dio kicks out again!

ROB MARTINEZ: How much more can Dio, or for that matter Kingston take?

Kingston shoves the plywood board of death out of the ring and pulls a mangled Dio to his feet. Short arm clothesline from Kingston sends Muerte crashing
back down to the mat. Kingston heads back to his pile of plunder and the camera shows Dio Muerte rolling out of the ring and one of his shoulders rolling
in to take his place! Kingston picks up a canvas bag and smiles. he unties the bag and upturns it spilling out thousands of thumbtacks! Kingston tosses
the bag away and heads for Dio. Suddenly the man Kingston thinks is Dio springs to his feet and surprises Mark with rights and lefts to the head! Kingston
is backed across the ring towards the thumbtacks. The fake Dio hits the ropes and is met with the Richmond Lariat from Kingston! Without wasting a second,
Kingston pulls the Fake Dio to his feet and hits a sitout powerbomb onto the tacks!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no! Kingston thinks that the man he’s about to pin is Dio Muerte but it’s not!

The far leg is hooked and the referee counts! One! Two! Three! The crowd explodes as this brutal match has come to an end. The referee gets the championship
belt from the time keeper and Jenny is on the mic!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match and NEW….

A Dio Soldier suddenly stops her and starts arguing with her. Inside the ring, the referee has handed the REBEL Carolinas Title to Mark Kingston but a pair
of Dios Soldiers have climbed into the ring and are explaining something to the referee. Kingston looks at the pair with suspicion and the referee suddenly
drops to his knees and yanks off the ski mask of Dio! Holy shit it’s a black guy! Kingston looks bewildered and the fans are stunned! The man laying on
the mat has colored his arms and chest in white in an effort to “blend in.”

ROB MARTINEZ: Well…That’s uh different.

The crowd quickly comes to their feet as they see the real

Dio Muerte re-enter the ring with a flaming baseball bat! Kingston takes it to the back of the
head and drops to the mat in a heap. It’s chaos in the ring as the Dio Army bails, Muerte tosses the flaming bat to the outside and then covers Kingston!
The referee seeing the bloody Dio that’s covering Kingston makes a snap decision.

One!

Two!

Three!

The bell rings again and this time the referee holds up the arm of a battered and bloody Dio Muerte! The fans are still in shock at everything that’s gone
down and are not sure how to react. The referee confers quickly with Jenny who makes the following announcement.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, and STILL REBEL Carolinas Champion…Dio Muerte!!!

It’s official and the fans are pissed! Trash is thrown into the ring and Dio grabs his championship belt off the mat and rolls to the outside. A “Bullshit!”
chant starts up and the fans look ready to riot.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is a bad situation here. I for one am about to hide under the ring. Kingston was screwed and by all rights should be…What the Hell?
The REBEL Owner Rick Garret is storming out from the back! He passes the Dio Army and climbs into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: I didn’t even know he was here tonight. Or any night actually.

Garret has a microphone and is looking straight at the Dio Army.

RICK GARRETT: Dio Muerte. Consider yourself lucky. These fans know that you shouldn’t have that title…(points to Mark) This man should!

A huge pop!

RICK GARRETT: I’m letting the referees decision stand. You’re still the REBEL Carolinas Champion. However I have an idea. On September 11th, you’ll be facing
Mark Kingston in a no ropes, barbed wire match…For the REBEL Carolinas Championship! As an added stipulation, if any of your little “soldiers” try to
help you…You will forfeit the championship!!!

The crowd loves this! Dio and his crew simply head for the back and mark Kingston? He’s pulled himself up to a seated position and is smiling. He might
have lost tonight but he knows this war is far from finished!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the REBEL World Heavyweight Championship!

“Bring Da Ruckus” by the Wu-Tang Clan hits the speakers and the #1 contender steps out from behind the curtain to a very mixed reaction.

JENNY JERSY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Manhattan, New York and weighs in at 290 pounds, he is a former REBEL Carolinas Champion…Murcielago!!!
The big man and his manager Enzo makes their way to ringside and climb into the ring. Their expressions tells the story. They’re here to win.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing the REBEL World Heavyweight Champion….

“I Am The Man” by Philosopher Kings hits the speakers and the crowd comes to their feet!

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan and weighs in at 257 pounds….Stylin Kyle Roberts!!!

Roberts and his legal aid emerge from the back and soak in the atmosphere of the crowd. Draped over the shoulder of Roberts is the newly made World Title
and it looks like a million bucks.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ve been waiting for this match all week! Roberts won that title in Australia and tonight he faces a man who has been on an incredible win
streak!

Roberts heads for the ring and slides inside under the bottom rope. He hits all four corners showing off his title and the fans eat it up.

The referee takes the championship belt, shows it off to the crowd and hands it to the time keeper. The bell is rung and this match is underway! The two
men circle each other and lock up in the center of the ring. Murc powers Roberts into a corner and tries for a big overhand hammer punch but Kyle ducks
under it! Roberts spins the big man around and pops him with a trio of lightning quick right hand jabs! Murc shoves him away but Kyle comes right back
for more! Three more sharp jabs to the jaw of the #1 contender! Again Roberts gets shoved out of the corner but the World Champion tries for the hat trick
as he closes the distance between them. The third time isn’t the charm as Murcielago brings a knee into the ribs of Roberts stopping him cold.

ROB MARTINEZ: Murcielago has the edge in power but Roberts has more big match experience than almost anyone in either NAPW or REBEL!

Murc has Roberts trapped in the corner and is punishing him with rights and lefts to the ribs. Ryan (not Mark) Kingston is yelling at the referee to break
it up but hey it’s REBEL. Murcielago finally pulls Roberts out of the corner and shots him into the ropes. Side slam by the big man! Murcielago starts
to go for a pin but Roberts is already rolled himself onto his stomach. Murc drops an elbow across the small of Roberts back and the champ is gritting
his teeth in pain. Another elbow drop to the back, a third! Murcielago pulls Roberts off the mat and shoots him into the ropes. Big boot to the face sends
Roberts staggering back and falling through the ring ropes to the floor below! Murc follows him out and pulls a dazed World Champion off the floor.

ROB MARTINEZ: Murcielago is taking it to Kyle Roberts! Could this be his night?

On the outside Murcielago whips Roberts into the guard rails and the champ is favoring his ribs. Enzo hands his charge a steel chair and the big man closes
in on a hurting Kyle Roberts. Murc swings at Roberts but the champ ducks out of the way! The chair smashes off the ring barricade and flies out of the
hands of Murc. Roberts spins Murcielago around and starts to pepper him with rights and lefts to the head! A desperation rake to the face from Murc stops
Roberts in his tracks. Murcielago hoists Roberts up and drops him ribs first across the ring barricade! Roberts lays on the floor gasping for breath as
Murcielago has a cocky grin plastered on his face. Murc pulls Roberts off the floor and whips him towards the ringpost. It’s revered and Murcielago smacks
shoulder first into the post!

ROB MARTINEZ: There’s the edge in experience coming through for Roberts!

Roberts rolls Murcielago back into the ring and follows in behind him. Murc is getting back to his feet when he takes a chop block from Kyle! Kyle is on
Murc like a man possessed as he kicks away at the knee of the challenger! Kyle drops to the mat, rolls to the outside and reaches in grabbing the legs
of Murcielago. Kyle drags him close to the ring post and slams his leg against the unforgiving steel! Murc howls in pain and tries to scoot away but Roberts
isn’t letting him off that easy. He again grabs the legs of Murcielago and wraps the leg of Murcielago around the ring post! Kyle Roberts looks to the
fans and for the third time gets ready to crack the injured limb of Murc against the ring post. Murcielago gets his free foot on the bottom turnbuckle
and is able to pull Roberts face first into the ring post!

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts got cocky and it cost him! Although Murcielago has suffered tremendous damage to that knee!

Kyle is shaking the cobwebs loose and getting ready to re-enter the ring when Enzo jumps him from behind! Enzo wraps the crowbar around the throat of Roberts
and starts to choke! Ryan Kingston rushes over and clocks Enzo with a right hand! Enzo releases his grip and the two managers go at it to the delight of
the fans! Roberts slides back into the ring and is greeted with an elbow to the back of the head from Murc! A hobbled Murcielago pulls Roberts to his feet
and hits a brutal standing spine buster! Murc goes for the pin but Roberts kicks out at two! Murcielago again drags Roberts to his feet and shoves him
into a near corner. A trio of shoulder blocks to the ribs has Roberts back in trouble. Murc whips Roberts out of the corner and into the ropes dropping
the champ with a back elbow smash to the head.

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts can’t allow Murcielago to get on a roll! This man is to big and to strong!

On the outside, Enzo and Ryan have been separated and each man is yelling instructions to his charge. Murcielago watches as Kyle Roberts uses the ring ropes
to pull himself to his feet. A clothesline from the challenger puts the champ down and Enzo slides a chair into the ring. Roberts is on all fours when
he takes the chair shot across the back that echoes through the arena. Murcielago drives the chair into the ribs of Roberts and the champ is clutching
at his ribs in agony. Murcielago holds the chair high above his head in premature victory. Roberts is on his knees now and Murcielago is getting ready
to swing the chair when he takes a low blow to the family jewels! Murc immediately doubles over and drops the chair onto the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well no one ever said that Kyle Roberts was a saint!

DDT onto the chair! Kyle hooks the leg and goes for the pin! One! Two! Murc kicks out! Roberts grabs the chair and watches as Murcielago pulls himself up
to his feet. Chair shot to the head! Murc is still on his feet. Another chair shot to the cranium! Murcielago staggers on spaghetti legs but won’t go down!
That is until Roberts cracks the chair across the injured knee! Murc drops to the mat holding his knee and Roberts is quick to try to lock in his Bear-Tamer!
Roberts is fighting to get the hold on Murcielago but his long legs are proving difficult to lock in the move. Murc kicks Roberts away, but the champ is
back on him in an instant! Murcielago rakes the face of Roberts and the champ is down. Both men are scrambling to their feet and Murcielago hits his Defcon
1 from nowhere!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s over! It’s over!

One!

Two!

Roberts kicks out!

The fans let out a collective sigh as Roberts has just barley gotten his shoulder up! Murcielago gets back to his feet and heads back to retrieve his chair.
Roberts pulls himself to his feet and as Murc leans over to pick up the chair he’s hit with the Polar-izer from the World Champion! Murcielago rolls over
onto his back and Roberts hits a lionsault!

One!

Two!

Murcielago kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: How did Murc kick out of that!?

Roberts is wondering the same as he watches Murcielago struggle up to his feet. Chair shot to the head from Roberts puts the big man back down! Roberts
places the chair on the chest of Murc and hits a second lionsault!

One!

Two!

Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: He did it! Roberts retains the title in a tough match!

Roberts rolls off of Murcielago and lays on the mat holding his ribs.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, and STILL REBEL World Heavyweight Champion…Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a brutal match for the champ! Murcielago showed us all why he deserved the title shot here tonight.

Ryan Kingston is in the ring checking on his charge when Enzo clubs him with his trusty crowbar! Kingston goes down in a heap and Roberts is quickly getting
to his feet! Enzo drops the crowbar on the mat as Roberts grabs him. Roberts reaches back and drops Enzo with a big right hand that pops the fans! Enzo
rolls out of the ring and Roberts turns around just in time for Murcielago to drive the crowbar into his ribs!

ROB MARTINEZ: He could have broken some ribs with that shot!

Roberts in on all fours when he takes the second shot to the ribs from Murcielago! The big man stands over Roberts and drops the crowbar to the mat. Murc
reaches down and picks up the REBEL World Heavyweight Title and raises it high above his head.

ROB MARTINEZ: He might be holding the title but that man is not the champion!

We fade out on the image of Murcielago standing over a devastated Stylin Kyle Roberts, World Title draped over his shoulder.

He might have lost tonight, but who long can Roberts keep Murcielago away from the title?